Emerson started to chuckle. Then she swallowed it, as though she were acting out of turn. Dex had recognized her immediately, before she’d introduced herself. He didn’t know as much about richies as Tuesday did, but he did work in finance. He wanted to bask in her presence—she was tailor-made for his tastes: an impeccable, sophisticated, and slightly ridiculous creation of a self—but it was almost as if she wouldn’t let him. Or anyone, really. There was a dead seriousness about her person that Dex suspected she could put on and take off like a piece of haute couture, and, at the moment, it was
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